Taking Liberty

There was something she loved about writing in the third person. The words were somehow more electric, more romantic without the, "I thinks, I dids, I ams." There was a certain anonymity and a distance placed between herself and her actions.

The liked the idea of being narrator to her own life. It added poetry [and a level of literary freedom] to otherwise mundane events. Now she was a character on a page. She might play the part of herione with the world as her damsel in distress. Perhaps she would need saving, but her tragedy could become beautiful.

She could place the perspective of observing herself through the eyes of another into each situation she had experienced. What was left out though, was the agonizing and the obsessing. What blazed true was her action. The internal struggle that led to eventual action dropped away entirely. It was her choice to include some mental process or eliminate any tug of war that she deemed unworthy of sharing. She no longer had to be human. She could elevate herself to goddess or paint herself as a pitiful creature.

Suddenly her experiences seemed newer, brighter, sharper, more exciting and the grass was effectively greener on her own side.